Bab 325: The Enforcer

"Sorry, Orion," Lyra said with a slightly embarrassed tone. I couldn't help but notice that the left side of her nipple had become exposed from beneath her tulga top, likely a consequence of her vigorous movements during the argument.

Before Lyra could fully express her remorse, Fifi emerged from the hut, casting us an irritated look. She closed the door behind her, presumably to muffle the noise we had been generating. As she approached us, her expression was clouded with a clear disapproval of the situation.

"What's all this commotion about?" Fifi's voice carried a blend of annoyance and concern as she confronted us, coming to a halt in front of us. Her gaze shifted between Lyra and Grandma Ingrid, both of whom were still appearing contrite and avoiding eye contact.